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[poetontheinside]

[He hears it, sees it-- but it doesn't scare him. He leans in, not even close to touching, but curious. His eyes flick from the globe to her eyes, then back to the globe.]

It's like the Admiral searched all over the fucking universe to find someone perfect for Fraser. He musta loved that. But I'm guessin' it ain't been all that nice to you?

[cryobiological]

No. It's been ... hard. [She lets the sphere slide into her coffee cup, and sets it aside.] I had to learn how to control it so I didn't accidentally freeze everything I touched. But I had some good teachers here, before they left.

He seemed pretty impressed when I showed him what I could do.

[poetontheinside]

So back home, you couldn't control it? That piss you off, or did other things piss you off, so you couldn't control it?

[cryobiological]

A little of column A, a little of column B. Getting angry made it easier, but it was also easier to get angry. Like the more I used my powers, the worse I got. Back home I thought it was all tied together -- use my powers, turn into a raging bitch. The only way to keep being a nice person all the time was to get the powers on lock down, or get rid of them entirely.

[A sweet smile.]

But no one's a nice person all the time, are they?

[poetontheinside]

[He huffs a laugh and shakes his head.]

I been a cop a long time, you're telling me. No way.

[cryobiological]

[She laughs a little, too.] So you get it. And I'm sure you know that means no one's mean all the time, either. People are complicated.

[She takes another sip of her coffee, even with the ice melting in it.] How long have you been a cop?

[poetontheinside]

Seventeen years. Made detective eight years ago, so I seen enough of that good and bad. [He sits back now, relaxing a little, and sips his cooling coffee.]